Moderate political views set a person firmly in the middle of the road, taking good from both sides and forgoing the clutter that litters the roadside. It is a path of reason, and it’s one that we advocate at Staunch Moderates. We believe that taking a level-headed approach, not shrilly defending a position based on tired dogma, is the way to go
tired dogma
Moralists don't really have beliefs. Sometimes they stumble on one, like on a child's toy left on the carpet. The toy must be put away immediately. And the child reprimanded. Centrism isn't change -- not even incremental change. It is control. Over yourself and the world. Exercise it. Look up at the sky, at the dark shapes of Coalition airships hanging there. Ask yourself: is there something sinister in moralism? And then answer: no. God is in his heaven. Everything is normal on Earth.Love to have my position determined by the range of other people's positions around me. Really saves me the effort of using my brain.
shrilly defending a position
Having opinions? What are you, a woman??
I've been trying to warn you all about the mods on the site. No one listened.
You thought I was mad at the moderators? Hahaha, no. I was mad at the moderates on the site. Who just so happen to all be moderators.
I was mad at all the neatly dressed English people who were into weird 60's English danceable pop rock
taking good from both sides and forgoing the clutter that litters the roadside
I’m imagining a car driving on the very middle of the road.
Which of course endangers those on the left side while not affecting those on the right all too much.
So between 100% Hitler and 99% Hitler there are the
STAUNCH MODERATES 
.At 99.5%
can bridge the gap of the killing them softly and killing them loudly this World so desperately needs.It's a by a "news" group called Staunch Moderates
The whole channel is just like some excuse to fund fancy dinners and knock off Mix-a-Lot's carrer.
Gold mine.Me - emaciated, broken boned, a lung collapsed and I'm barely alive. My body along with others is about to be unloaded from the enormous dump truck. I am just able to hear a couple of people speaking before the mass of us is pushed into the bloodied disposal pit refilled countless times
"Look, don't have second thoughts. Stop describing these events with words like 'slaughter'. You are one of us now. You don't want to be in a truck like them. Do you? Be proud of yourself. Their deaths are a unfortunate necessity. Through our blood, sweat, and tears at Federated Moderates - we got the estimated death toll down by 15%. Compromise as ever is—"
At that point I start to tumble and jumble as we fall. Moments later with massive force my head hits concrete and I die. I am dead. But the glorious compromises continue!
I don’t want healing. Why would I “come together” with a bunch of people I expressly hate?
